In the silence of the dawn’s first light,
Where shadows loom and whispers sigh,
Fields once vibrant now lie still,
Bearing scars of battles fought, yet unhealed.

The earth remembers every fallen tear,
Each step of those who marched in fear,
The sky, a witness to the cries,
Of dreams shattered beneath endless skies.

Through the ashes, wildflowers bloom,
Carrying tales of courage through the gloom,
Their colors dance in gentle breeze,
A tribute to those who sought peace.

Yet in the heart, the echoes stay,
Of warriors’ tales and the price they pay,
In silence, we remember and mourn,
For hope to rise with each new dawn.